chapter hundred
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His eyes searched Patricia's face with a mixture of frustration and something that looked very much like genuine fear on her behalf.

"And now here we are. You've let him slip away to God knows where, and we're standing outside a restaurant with nothing concrete to show for the entire evening. Which direction did he even go? Do you have anything at all - any useful information about why he was even here tonight or who he was with or where he might be heading next?"

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  • Chapter hundred and twenty four

    Patricia’s hand was still trembling as she pulled out her phone.Her fingers shook so badly that she nearly dropped it twice before she managed to unlock the screen. Her vision was blurred by tears, and for several seconds, she struggled to find the number she wanted. Her mind was still trapped in the image of Mia walking beside Jeremy—alive, healthy, and frightened of her.Alive.Patricia finally found her parents’ number and pressed the call button.The phone rang once.Then again.Before Patricia could even prepare herself for the conversation, her mother answered.“Now that you’re calling this early,” her mother said immediately, without waiting for Patricia to speak, “I assume everything went exactly as planned, right?”Patricia remained silent.Her mother continued, taking her silence as confirmation.“If that is the case, then you have absolutely nothing to worry about. Just give him whatever amount you believe will satisfy him. If you think fifty thousand dollars a month will

  • Chapter hundred and twenty three

    Patricia was utterly devastated.She stood there in shock, unable to process what she had just seen. She knew Jeremy’s threat against her family was nothing more than empty nonsense. He would not be able to do anything to them not truly. She knew that much.But none of that mattered now.Mia was alive.Not only was she alive, but she looked healthy strong, alert, and completely unlike someone who had recently been at death’s door. She did not look sick. She did not look weak. She looked like a child who had been given back her life.And that realization broke Patricia’s heart even more.Jeremy glanced down at Mia and gently squeezed her hand.“Let’s get going,” he said quietly. “Come on, Mia.”Mia nodded at once.Jeremy turned toward the entrance, and the two of them began walking away together. Patricia watched them move farther from her, and before she could think about what she was doing, she hurried forward.“Mia!”She reached for the child’s hand.But the moment Mia realized that

  • Chapter hundred and twenty two

    Patricia was utterly devastated.She stood there in shock, unable to process what she had just seen. She knew Jeremy’s threat against her family was nothing more than empty nonsense. He would not be able to do anything to them not truly. She knew that much.But none of that mattered now.Mia was alive.Not only was she alive, but she looked healthy strong, alert, and completely unlike someone who had recently been at death’s door. She did not look sick. She did not look weak. She looked like a child who had been given back her life.And that realization broke Patricia’s heart even more.Jeremy glanced down at Mia and gently squeezed her hand.“Let’s get going,” he said quietly. “Come on, Mia.”Mia nodded at once.Jeremy turned toward the entrance, and the two of them began walking away together. Patricia watched them move farther from her, and before she could think about what she was doing, she hurried forward.“Mia!”She reached for the child’s hand.But the moment Mia realized that

  • Chapter hundred and twenty one

    Patricia’s face tightened as Jeremy’s words settled over her.Instead of breaking beneath the weight of his disappointment, something inside her hardened. The shame she had briefly felt was quickly swallowed by anger, defensiveness, and the desperate need to believe that Jeremy was the one manipulating the situation.“I honestly do not understand what the hell is wrong with you,” Patricia said, her voice rising. “But I hope you have not been telling Mia lies about me. I hope you have not been poisoning her mind against her own mother.”Jeremy said nothing.That silence only made Patricia more certain that she was right.“Because from what I am seeing here,” she continued, pointing toward Mia, “it is obvious you have told her things. You have filled her head with disgusting stories about me. You have made her afraid of me.”Her eyes flashed with anger.“But whatever you told her is a lie.”Then Patricia turned toward Mia, her expression softening instantly into something pleading and e

  • Chapter hundred and twenty

    Patricia stood there in complete devastation, her body motionless while her mind raced through more questions than she could possibly answer.Mia was alive.That single fact kept repeating itself inside her head, over and over, refusing to settle into anything she could understand.Mia was alive.The daughter she had mourned. The daughter whose supposed death had torn apart every remaining piece of her relationship with Jeremy. The child whose name had become a weapon in every argument, every accusation, every bitter conversation between them.Alive.Patricia looked at Mia again, but the little girl remained safely behind Jeremy, her small hands clutching the fabric of his shirt. There was fear in Mia’s eyes—not the fear of a sick child, but the cautious fear of a child looking at someone she no longer recognized as safe.That look hurt Patricia more than anything Jeremy had said.How could she call herself a mother now?How could she ever look Mia in the eyes and explain what had hap

  • chapter hundred and nineteen

    The moment Patricia’s bag struck the floor, the world seemed to tilt beneath her feet.Her neck began to tremble, and she stood frozen in the middle of the coffee shop, staring at the little girl walking toward her. Her mind struggled to understand what her eyes were seeing. It was impossible. It had to be some cruel trick of grief, an illusion created by exhaustion and longing.“Is that… Mia?” Patricia whispered.Her voice shook as she took an unsteady step forward. “That’s Mia. It’s really Mia.”She squeezed her eyes shut, desperate to break free from whatever strange vision had taken hold of her. Then she opened them again.Mia was still there.Jeremy was holding her hand, guiding her gently through the coffee shop. The little girl looked stronger than Patricia remembered—her face brighter, her eyes clearer, her body no longer carrying the frailty that had once made every breath seem like a battle.Patricia’s lips parted, but no sound came out at first.Then the tears began to fall

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